here's to fireworks and fireflies
and sharing looks and making eyes
the kind that lead to laughs and sighs
when spread across a summer sky
...what's so wrong with singalongs to melodies from july songs?
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Tomorrow's Fridayyyyyeeeee.

And ack, I'm going dah-own with that E Maths test, how sad, and I was planning to be around for my sixteenth birthday.

But whatever-- after that it'll be soap-flowers and teaspoons and good company;

(and in the glow of the evening we will dazzle--)

...These few days have been inordinately uppy-downsy.

Ren Jean thinks the German guy in school's cute. She should so have made her move today-- he was walking in front of us with some IP2 senior, and he kept turning around to glance in the general direction of our group.

Kat: "...Ren Jean! Fifty years from now you're gonna regret not going up to him..."

Fifty years from now, we'll be sixty-four.
And old, and wrinkled, and veryverymuch mellowed,
and possibly dead,

if we die young and pretty forty years before that.

Touchwood is such a cliched expression, but I'm gonna havta use it anyways because (being the nice person that I am) I don't want to jinx people.

So touchwood.

I want to go out and be happy and carefree and take lots of pictures with pretty golden tones and laugh and love and live.

"...I'm here if you need anything."
"-- I need a painkiller and I need a hug but you can't give either to me right now."

Friends don't let friends talk to friends when friends're having math tests the next day.

Track training was fun.
I think Plato's morbid and his cave theory makes me feel funny.
Mrs Marianne Tan has taken to calling me Spearmint 'coz of my Wrigley's hairclip; and people keep randomly coming up behind me and giving me a shock by suddenly prodding my hairclip to see if it's a real stick of gum.

...I mean-- at least give me some sort of warning-- it's a horrible feeling to suddenly feel hands on the back of your head;
you people're shaving bits of my life off, three seconds at a time. >:[

Ahhh Friday, you're just a day away--

please be nice to me,

please,

please.